Legend of Wyatt
Chapter 144: Old Lord Crawford

Chapter 144: Chapter 144: Old Lord Crawford

"You... you’re just arguing for the sake of it!"

Hearing Wyatt Barnes’s hard-to-counter argument, Kanan Nigel was seething.

"Alright, Finn, the lad isn’t entirely wrong."

Godly Might Marquis, Atharv Nigel spoke up. He turned to Wyatt Barnes, his eyes squinting, "Lad, do you really have a way to counteract the poison of the Black Nether Mink?"

Wyatt Barnes faintly smiled, "Lord Crawford, with my current abilities, I can’t fully neutralize the poison of the Black Nether Mink..."

"Hmph! Dad, I told you. Even the president of the Alchemist Guild has no solution for the poison afflicting grandfather. How could this kid possibly have a solution?"

Upon hearing Wyatt Barnes’s words, Kanan Nigel’s face fell.

"Finn, shut up."

Atharv Nigel shot a glance at his son before turning to Wyatt Barnes, asking, "What’s the meaning of your words, lad?"

"What I mean is... I can temporarily neutralize a part of the Black Nether Mink’s acute poison for Lord Crawford. As for the remaining part, it will have to wait until I become a Grade-8 Alchemist."

Wyatt Barnes shrugged, slowly explaining.

Grade-8 Alchemist?

Atharv Nigel and his son were dumbstruck, sizing up the purple-robed boy in front of them.

This kid, who looked around eighteen years old...

Claiming that he would become a Grade-8 Alchemist?

Even if he could become a Grade-8 Alchemist, that would take so much time! Who had that type of patience?

"Boy, we of the Crawford Mansion don’t have time to play house with you. Grade-8 Alchemist... I can’t believe you dared to say it! Even if you were a Grade-9 Alchemist, no one knows how many years it would take you..."

Kanan Nigel’s face fell, but before he could finish his sentence, he was suddenly at a loss for words, dumbstruck.

Because Wyatt Barnes displayed a ’Grade-9 red flame’ with a mere flick of his hand...

Atharv Nigel’s eyes lit up.

An eighteen-year-old Grade-9 Alchemist?

This young man, was simply more freakish than the genius Alchemist, River Sinclair, of the Sinclair Clan!

Little did they know, if Atharv Nigel knew that Wyatt Barnes had recently fooled River Sinclair at the Alchemist Guild, and even ripped him off of five million USD, what would his reaction be...

"Within two years, I will definitely become a Grade-8 Alchemist! In the meantime, I can dissolve the acute poison in Lord Crawford’s internal organs, relieving him of the pain from the poison’s flareup... Once I become a Grade-8 Alchemist, I can completely eliminate the acute poison from Lord Crawford’s body and restore his strength in the Peep Naught Realm!"

Wyatt Barnes’s words were decisive, filled with intense confidence.

"You... how do you know my father is a Peep Naught Realm martial artist?"

Atharv Nigel took a deep breath and asked in a deep voice.

"If Lord Crawford were not a Peep Naught Realm martial artist, he would not be alive now... If my guess is correct, Lord Crawford is at his wits’ end. If the internal organ poison issue isn’t solved, I’m afraid he can’t even hold on for a year," Wyatt Barnes slowly explained.

Kanan Nigel was slightly moved. He never expected that this boy, who looked seven or eight years younger than him, was capable of so much.

The news that his grandfather - the old Lord Crawford - might not hold on for another year, was known only to a few in the Crawford Mansion...

This young man’s deduction was incredibly accurate!

"Young lad, I’m still not sure of your name?"

Atharv Nigel suppressed his excitement. By now, he had almost entirely believed Wyatt Barnes’s words.

An eighteen-year-old Grade-9 Alchemist could perhaps truly create a ’miracle’.

Or rather, an eighteen-year-old Grade-9 Alchemist was itself a miracle!

"Wyatt!"

Wyatt Barnes slowly spoke. In front of Godly Might Marquis, he too did not reveal his real name.

"Wyatt?"

Unexpectedly, upon hearing Wyatt Barnes’s name, Atharv Nigel paused as if recalling something. After letting out a sigh, he turned to Wyatt Barnes, "Brother Wyatt, I’ll take you to meet my father now. How about it?"

Wyatt Barnes nodded.

Kanan Nigel glanced at Wyatt Barnes, staring at him for a while. With a puzzled look on his face, he subtly shook his head.

Shortly after, Wyatt Barnes met the old Lord Crawford in the backyard of the Crawford Mansion.

The old man wore a grey robe. Due to the years of poisoning, he looked feeble, as if a gust of wind could knock him over.

Yet even so, the man’s eyes still exuded dominance, revealing the glory of his past...

"Father."

Upon seeing the old man, Atharv Nigel was respectful.

"Grandfather."

Kanan Nigel was also extremely reverential.

"Lord Crawford."

Wyatt Barnes followed and gave the old man a slight smile.

"Who is this?"

Upon seeing Wyatt Barnes, the old man’s clouded eyes suddenly brightened, as if he could see through everything...

"Father, this is Brother Wyatt. He’s here to cure your poison."

Atharv Nigel spoke respectfully. Towards his father, he always held a deep respect. Even though his father had lost his former brilliance, he remained the ’mighty mountain’ in his heart.

"Oh?"

The old man was surprised upon hearing this."

He knew his son well; Atharv was not someone who shot in the dark. The fact that this boy had come here meant that Atharv believed in him.

Wyatt Barnes casually reached into his bosom, taking out a pen and paper from his Storage Ring to write down some medicinal herbs, which he handed to Atharv Nigel, "Lord Crawford, please prepare these herbs. After the herbs are ready, I will refine the antidote pill medicine for the old lord."

Refine pill medicine?

The old man’s eyes tightened slightly, surprised, "Young man, are you an alchemist?"

"Grandfather, don’t underestimate Ling Tian just for his youth. He is a ninth-tier alchemist."

Kanan Nigel responded with a slight smile.

"A ninth-tier alchemist? Impressive...Well done."

The old man kept nodding continuously at Wyatt Barnes, appreciation creeping into his tone.

An eighteen-year-old ninth-tier alchemist. A phenomenon that stirred even this tranquil heart...

Kanan Nigel and Atharv Nigel left the backyard to procure the medicinal herbs.

Ah, Finn, wouldn’t it be wonderful if Wyatt Barnes actually was the son of your ’Uncle Lanni’."

On the way, Atharv Nigel suddenly sighed

"Father, they only share the same name. Besides, Elder Brother Ling Tian’s surname is ’Ling’, while Uncle Lanni’s son’s surname should be ’Barnes’, and should indeed be called ’Wyatt Barnes’."

Kanan Nigel shook his head, involuntarily recalling the unparalleled martial genius of the Barnes family back in the day.

What a pity, the heavens are jealous of outstanding talents!

"I really don’t know why, but every time I see him, I feel a sense of familiarity...If I hadn’t been out at war back then, my niece and little Wyatt wouldn’t have left the Barnes family! Unfortunately, I never asked Lanni about my niece’s background. While the fourth elders of the Barnes family knew, they were not willing to speak. I have no clues about her and her child’s whereabouts."

"I wonder how they, as a widowed mother and her orphaned son, have fared over the years."

Atharv Nigel wore a look of guilt and self-blame.

"Father, rest assured. Aunt Rou and Little Wyatt have good luck on their side; they will be fine."

Kanan Nigel comforted him.

"Now, Little Wyatt should have grown up too, probably around Wyatt Barnes’ age... Finn, do you think there’s a possibility they are the same person?"

"Father, don’t overthink it. Just consider how handsome and charming Uncle Lanni is. Even Aunt Rou is a woman of unparalleled beauty... How could their son turn out to be a boy of such ordinary looks? It’s just a coincidence that they have the same name. Moreover, Wyatt Barnes does not carry the surname ’Barnes’."

"Indeed, Lanni and my niece’s son would certainly have extraordinary appearances."

...

Back in the yard, Wyatt Barnes was sitting opposite the old man.

"Old Lord Crawford, to my knowledge, the Black Nether Mink should not attack humans unprovoked. What caused the conflict between you two?"

Wyatt Barnes asked the old man with a puzzled expression.

"Ling Tian, you even know the habits of the Black Nether Mink?"

The old man was somewhat surprised, increasingly feeling that the boy before him was extraordinary, "Indeed, the Black Nether Mink wouldn’t have attacked me, but I desperately needed a spirit fruit guarded by the Black Nether Mink and had to risk provoking it... Subsequently, although it left, it had bitten me. Fortunately, I was able to successfully obtain that spirit fruit."

"That spirit fruit is very important to you?"

Wyatt Barnes asked.

"Yes, it is very important... If I had not had it, my wife would have been in serious trouble."

The old man slowly nodded.

The old man did not elaborate further, and Wyatt Barnes did not inquire further. Everyone has their own secrets. Although he was curious about the spirit fruit guarded by the Black Nether Mink that the old man risked so much for, he didn’t pry.

"It seems like you do not regret this incident at all, Old Lord Crawford."

Wyatt Barnese said with a smile.

"In life, there are things to do and not to do... To me, as long as my family is safe, even if it costs me my life, it means nothing."

The old man shook his head slightly, showing detached serenity.

Even at this moment, Wyatt Barnes couldn’t help but pay his respects...

This old man was truly admirable!

"Don’t worry, my lord. Once the pill medicine is refined, it can expel the potent poison in your viscera. At that point, you will not be able to use your Origin Force, but you will be able to live as an ordinary person without enduring the agony of poison outbreak. When I step into the Original Pill Realm and become an eighth-tier alchemist, I can completely eradicate your body of all the potent poison."

Wyatt Barnes slowly stated.

"Then, my gratitude in advance to you, Wyatt Barnes."

The old man nodded with a smile, a sense of respect swimming in the depth of his eyes.

Perhaps in the world of martial arts, he once stood at the peak of the Crimson Heaven Kingdom, looking down on all.

However, in the field of alchemy, he had no choice but to admire the boy before him.

Eighteenth-year-old ’ninth-tier Alchemist,’ just hearing about such talent is astonishing!

Soon, Atharv Nigel and his son got the medicinal herbs Wyatt Barnes needed.

Wyatt Barnes, without any hesitation, took out his medicine tripod and began alchemy in front of the three generations of the Nigel family...

Though all three were laymen, they marveled at Wyatt Barnes’ skilled actions, which were as accurate as if guided by a divine power, which filled them with reverence.

Two hours later, Wyatt Barnes was calm and focused, and with a tap on the medicine tripod!

Three rotating pills of flowing light flew out instantaneously, dropping into his hand.

This time, he refined the ’Clear Spirit Pill.’

The Clear Spirit Pill, a masterpiece of Martial Emperor Reincarnation, could neutralise all toxins...

The poison in the old man, while powerful, was no match for Fill Bear’s ’Forbidding Origin Gu’. ’Eighth-tier Clear Spirit Pill’ was all it needed for complete eradication.

Meanwhile, ’seventh-tier Clear Spirit Pill’ was needed to eradicate Fill Bear’s poison.

"Old Lord Crawford, please consume these three pills over a period of three months."

Wyatt Barnes handed the pills to the old man.